Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.